Mooreover / Blog

(1) FedEx has a commercial where the characters in the commercial have mannerisms or physical characteristics that match their name. For instance, when addressed, Bob bobs his head, Joy giggles with laughter, and after resting his face on his second chin, Mr. Turkeyneck is thanked for his opinion. There is another commercial from LifeSavers where a man has to delicately dance around defining the slang term for “muffintop” for his girlfriend (for those that may not know - picture too small jeans and a belly shirt - protruding abdomen looks like a “muffintop”).

My question: what do these casting calls look like? They must advertise what they’re looking for: WANTED: Balding, obese executive with prominent second chin to play the role of “Mr. Turkeyneck.” Or: WANTED: Girls who shouldn’t be wearing too tight jeans and belly shirts but don’t know better. And if you get that role, do you tell your friends and family that you got the role of Mr. Turkeyneck? Or that you got the role of the guy that has the venereal disease that is being sponsored by Pfizer?

(2) Tired. Selah seems to break a new tooth every few weeks, which comes with a strong fever, general fussiness, and hours upon hours of holding a crying mess. A lot of sweet moments come during these times, but sleep isn’t a part of it. And a lack of sleep generates a lot of random thoughts, like…

(3) Washington got it’s first significant wind storm tonight, which means that I can’t watch the local news again until next summer. Oooh, 45 MPH winds - everyone run for cover! Granted, we have more than the occasional tall pine tree looming over every home, but tonight’s news started with four-weathermen on opposite points of the Puget Sound, posted in front of anything that might bend with a slight breeze. I turned the news off right after the piece about local citizens clearing the shelves at Wal-Mart of their bottle water. It only gets worse from here: an inch of snow, demonstrated by a furtive brow and bad cliches, then the spring floods, complete with the waterproof hoodie and not-waterproof make-up…

(4) Selah sounds like a tiny dinosaur whose foot just got stung by a bumble-bee.

(5) “The Unit” is easily one of the best shows on television, and until this season, they also had claim at the best theme song EVER. Not anymore. The cadence has been replaced with some rock ballad that only reminds me that Bon Jovi still releases records when they shouldn’t and that just because you play a doctor (or - in this case, military bad-ass) on tv doesn’t actually mean that you’re a doctor…

(6) Still tired. Kami just asked me to warm a couple of ounces of milk to calm our screaming child. I rose from my computer and quickly poured a few ounces of water into a bottle and set it in the microwave…before realizing that it wasn’t milk.

(7) I am less than seven days away from ordering an iMac. Not to be materialistic, but after seven and a half years with the same PC, I’m more than a little eager.

(8) My wife is saying “Good night.” Not in a sweet way that says “Come to bed when you’re done,” but in a way that says “I’m going to bed, and so are you.”